i cvme to yuor rooom...wherer are youf?
please be gone before i get back
am i at home because theres a dig starrrrring at me and i dont know wit plus i haer sirens. run fast.
theres bread in your mailbox im going to eat it
nevermind its newpaper
so i just calculated it and i would need to score 150% on this final to pass
One reason I don't come to Portland. I saw 8 guys I have had sex with last night. At the same party.
By 8 I mean 9.
And by 9 I mean 10.
she sent me pictures of 3 different vaginas and if I could pick which one was hers i could sleep with her.
I was always good at matching as a child.
God damn. I'm really starting to resent babies. They're everywhere. Like fucking land mines.
Heard in class today that they replaced our carpet in last years apartment because they couldn't get the smell out, dude we smoked way to much pot last year.
My Yoga instructor is playing the music from 'Requiem for a Dream' it makes me very reluctant to put my ass in the air
He told me that if I were a guy he'd go gay for me. Honestly don't know how to take that.
My mom just sent me this: "I like Jon, but he needs to be the one going down on you! Yeah, we saw your head pop up in your car last night."
I have a rage boner right now. An actual erection brought on by the amount of sheer hatred I have towards nationwide.
Yay! Also. When you're coming down eat waffles and touch yourself. You won't regret it.
I found you laying in a field of grass near the trail I jog on in the morning like a drunken Bambi.
We were making eye contact while i was throwing up.
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